Beauty is in The Soul Of The Beholder.

 I shot this in Norway, at a central part of the capital Oslo, as I was taking a Sunday noon walk there. 

    It was a so called grab shot or snap shot, with less than one minute preparation time. 

My constant travel companion (my Sony Cybershot) was with me. I used no flash and the photo was never retouched with for example photoshop. 

What I wanted to capture with my digital breast pocket camera was a glimpse of a vision that probably only I saw.

I mention the camera because ultimately it doesn't really depend on the camera. The presumption is that a great shot comes from an expensive,big and complicated camera with a long zoom objective and in the hands of a university graduate who majored in photography. I contend that this is an illusion. 

Any camera that I use does not primarily take pictures of my outer world, as people have been trained to believe. The shots are not reproductions of my surroundings, of the so called physical "reality". I.e. of what I and everybody else "see".

Rather, I take pictures of my inner world. What I reproduce are representations of alternate multiverses, realities of an "idea world"

One could say that my photos are imprints of my eyes, of what the camera sees in them. 

    To be more specific: my eyes serve as mirrors and the camera creates a cosmic window (perhaps the metaphysics would call it wormholes) to that "inner" vision. In essence a camera captures, "takes a picture of", the world in my soul.

That would explain how come so many different people from all parts of the world, and in all walks of life, react especially strongly to pictures  such as this one from Oslo. Their souls recognize the beauty of the alternate dimension, the "other" Oslo. (Not that Oslo isn't nice, per se...).

You could hardly tell it from the picture but it was actually  shot on a sunny summer day; albeit not shiny, and admittedly a little cloudy, but not even close to evening or night, to sunset or sunrise. The beautiful "darkness" revealed itself to me in the moment, and in the angle of the sun. The cosmic window opened and the specific "photo moment" called on me.  

I am glad that my Einstein-Rosen Bridge (my 'camera') worked with me on 'freezing the moment' and capturing that glimpse in my inner vision.